The difficulty of midweek concerts,
is the next day syndrome.

I was up at six and off to work,
they were up at eight and off to school,
by the time I came home we were all wrecked,
all of us including me were contrary bitches,
I often refer to these tired moods,
as wearing hairy knickers.
Its when everything, every moment
every move just irriates you,
the problem with last night
was three of us had hairy knicker moments
all at the same time.

So we also had screaming banshees out,
all over a hairbrush, that each one of them
needed at the same time, because its the BEST brush
for styling the hair straight in the house.

Of course it ended with floods of tears,
drama and on my end a headache.
Well probably on their end too.

So after the hairs where dried and both straight,
I chatted with both of them, told them they have
to shape up with each other, and accomadate each other,
The son did not escape either, he is doing projects
for college and to be honest even though he doesnt
wear knickers whatever he had on him must have been
hairy also. So I did my usual every so often,
family get on together we need each other rant.

Then we all went to bed, not unhappy with each other,
but probably unhappy with ourselves. Thankfully before
lights out everybody did a waltons moment, you know,
Night John Boy, Night Mary Ellen .....